Inmate Poetry

I’m Tired (Inmate Poetry by Dean Grayson) Tired… I’m tired… tired of getting’ up early in the mornin’ to go eat a meal there there’s usually not enough Half the time havin’ to beg the kitchin’ worker for that Then, being rushed to eat food by guards that shout...

SMILE! The world is cruel and too many hate. Though life is short, but ir’s never too late. To make another forget the pain Run on through the rain Reach the other side, Alive and Knowing Someone cares and believes in YOU!

Doing time in the joint is no easy thing. Don’t expect to be accepted, unless you have something to bring. There are two types of “cons,” that separate the mass. You have the weak and the timid and those that will kick your ass! I guess you can say...

It’s waiting on letters when you’re doing time. and your friends forget you;your brother can’t send a dime It’s waiting on visits that rarely takes place From friends or loved ones who forget your face It’s hearing them lie and saying they are trying Making you promises but you...

HIS DADDY His Daddy never showed up His Daddy never growed up His Daddy was sure a bust His Daddy never had no trust His Daddy only use to cuss His Daddy just gave up and alcohol was a must His Daddy only beat his mother up His Daddy...

We have been given an unnatural peace By using alcohol and other drugs. They are nothing but mind and body snatchers: They are only killers and thugs! Say no to these beasts and monsters: Do not let them prey on you! Knock them out of your life forever, And...